It's a dog's life.

I can't remember what I did three days ago. How I spent the day or what kind of mood I was in, which leads me to think that I'm not living life to the fullest. Things get tiring though, you work 8 hours, you come home and spend the next five hours procrastinating or doing something dull so you are not reminded by tomorrow - and its redundancy. It’s a dog’s life.

I met this pup at my roommate’s friends place. Poor thing was so shy she wet the carpet. I think her name was Liz.